Today's NYT has an article about lists, those "100 Things to Do Before You Die" things. Enjoy reading others', don't have one.

For me, they obviate the dailiness of life, the appreciation of the small things that give texture and depth: making plum jam, getting a chortle from the newborn next door, the deep realease of truly breathing after a draining week's work. Chop wood, carry water.

Last winter, my yoga teacher showed me photos of the estate in Goa where she planned to take a workshop. With uncharacteristic spontaneity, my friend Joan and I signed on, and plunged into a chaotic, vibrant, life-expanding journey. Not on any list. There are peak events, and there is also the deeply satisfying moment, or hour- or two, like my recent watching of Louis Malle's doc, "God's Country". If you rent it, watch for the last frame: worth the price of admission.

If you have a list, I'm happy to read it!